Luyện nghe bài hát Dajmonion

The scent of
me
And the Thorn Bird is
in suffering
Blood from my wounds
The of my greed
The rose never dies
But I'm ravished by the wild
It most beautiful
When dying

My Heaven
My Lake of Tears
My Temple
Of Ice

At the Edge Of
I've built the Of Sand

to hide
In of soul
I of mortality
Is
will find it
Bitter falls down
From the of my eyes
I've purpose in life
To be always in

The my wither
But you cannot its smell

Please put one red wild on my grave...

by P.Maslanka]